Dudley Puppy, the famous T.UF.F. agent was tired from another hard day of stakeouts and epic fights. The white furred canine carried an air of relief as he retired to hom to his apartment. But as soon as he opened the door, the agent was hit with a wave of raw male musk, the mixed scent of both him and his roommate. The smells hung heavy in the air, birthed from the two canines that lived there. Even when they stepped out for their respective jobs, their scents lingered long after they were gone. They would soon combine and fester into something stronger than its individual parts. 

Taking a deep breath of the heady scent, Dudley exhaled, making a deep sound of enjoyment. As he continued past the small living room towards their shared bedroom, the scent only grew stronger and upon opening the bedroom door, the thick fog of musk was strongest, coming straight from the source; the many sweaty shirts, pants and even underwear that were lazily tossed and piled up in the corners in the room both by his and Duke’s accord. 

Dudley himself couldn’t stop his nose from twitching. Picking up frequent doses of his and his roommate’s scents, the huffing canine was powerless against the sudden twitching of his sheath and extension of his cock that hid within. This always happened, even after a whole year of this, the canine couldn’t keep himself from growing excited at the manly smells that permeated the four cramped walls.

He didn’t have much trouble finding something that could help him take care of his throbbing need. It was as simple as leaning down and lifting the jockstrap that was clearly Duke’s from the floor. The band was wide, much too wide for himself, but perfectly suited to the other’s canine’s large hips. He held it while he practically threw himself on his own bed. 

Acting on his desire right away, Dudley flipped the garment over and got a feel for it. A gasp left his muzzle as he realized it was still slightly damp, a clear sign that it was recently worn. Daring to investigate further, the canine gasped again as he touched something wet and sticky. Thick and glistening in thin streaks, Duke’s cum was easily seen. 

His cock rock solid and jetting a thin line of precum that oozed down his underside, the canine was now trembling as he could no longer contain himself. Touching the pouch of the jockstrap once again, Dudley’s thumb became wet and sticky from the still warm substance that clung to the fabric. That only excited him even more, now the canine was desperate for relief and the garment that he held onto. Dudley’s heart began to race and his nose burned with a hunger to inhale something stronger. 

Wrapping his paw around his length and shuddering against the sensation, Dudley pumped his fist up and down. While he did that there came another bout of deep sniffing as the jockstrap grew closer to his nose. Now right before his flaring nostrils and his peering eyes, Dudley got a clear view of everything. The cum was indeed fresh and pungent, a slight warmth radiating from the gooey splotches. The jockstrap itself had clearly been worn for multiple days. While the outer borders were a dingy white, further towards the center, the color was gradually becoming darker, soon developing into a dark yellow at the center, just barely seen behind the layer of dog spunk. A deep whiff revealed even more than what he could see. It was faint but certainly there, the subtle reek of piss that was overpowered by musky cum. 

Succumbing to the odors before him, the excited agent bit the bullet and shoved his muzzle into the wide jock, making a comical sound as he inhaled, deep and slow. In an instant, a thick, sticky layer coated his large, black nose. The scents clung to his muzzle, only intensifying his lust even more. Taking more sniffs made his tail wag. Heady and sour, his mouth watered, becoming lightheaded from the pure, unfiltered stink travelling up his nose and fogging his mind. Throbbing in his palm, more thick spurts of precum oozed from the pink, pointed tip, matting the fur of his fingers. 

Leaning back and pressing the rank jockstrap even closer against his nose, Dudley laid back on his bed and let himself get lost in the overwhelming stink. Deep muffled moans came from him as he huffs and pumped his cock even faster and harder. He could feel his climax approaching as his mind began to form ideas. Rather than focusing on the scent alone, Dudley’s mind was now conjuring scenarios that would have caused such a scent and strings of cum that decorated the jockstrap in the first place. 

The first thing that popped into the jerking canine’s mind was roommate’s fat sheath, dripping with a mix of sweat and the light remnants of piss that got trapped in the plump pouch. Those heavy balls that rested underneath, bouncing and smearing their scent against the thin fabric. It wasn’t hard for Dudley to imagine himself nestled between Duke’s legs, taking heavy, long winded whiffs of the chubby dog’s musk. Coming straight from the source, it was bound to be even stronger. He could see himself pressing his nose against the furry orbs, taking shallow whiffs, and running his tongue along them. 

Acting out the fantasy playing out in his head, Dudley stuck out his tongue, dragging it against the filthy fabric. Savoring the bitter, musky flavors. The thick cum was still warm and it coated his tongue in a thick, salty sensation. Now, the edge of his climax was approaching as his mind was drifting to other areas of his friend’s body. His muzzle sandwiched between the heavier dog’s arm and side, wedged deep into a sweaty pit. Drips of sweat and damp hairs leaving a sheen of smelly perspiration to coat his nose. His thoughts only evolved further, going as far to envision himself dragging his tongue against the hot, wet space. 

It was too much for the canine to take. Dudley’s lust was full blown and the pulsing of his cock was at its strongest. Letting out another deep groan, the huffing agent reached his peak, a sharp bolt of pleasure racing through his body as he came thick, white ropes against his own chest, the fluids clearly seen against his trademark black shirt. Panting heavily, Dudley lifted the rank fabric from his nose, watching it peel from his snout, leaving behind thick, gooey ropes. 

It was only after his orgasm tapered out that Dudley’s ears flick. He heard a familiar deep chuckle. With a small gasp, the panting canine looked over at his roommate, Duke. The black and white, heavyset dog had just returned from his own job at a local farm. His work entailed a lot of hard work out into the open fields with a hot sun beaming down on him most of the day. Naturally, the chubby pooch would come home hot and heaty, the product of all his efforts made themselves known in the form of a thick, acrid aura. 

“I knew I left that somewhere,” Duke smirked, looking at his jockstrap still held in his friend’s paw. “Used it as a rag this morning. Glad the stuff didn’t go to waste.”